Pull - Microwave

I never wanted this.

Whatever i’ve got right now

I was waiting on it to get easier

I’m still waiting it out

You’re pulling me back

You’re pulling me back down

You win

I can’t

I can’t do this again

If i ever get that bad, take me out to a field and shoot me

If i ever get that bad

Take what you can;

don’t leave me with your hands empty

I know what you want

I’m not resistant

I’m speeding it up

The best days are when I know that it’s over

The worst are when I hope that it’s not

There’s a footnote at the bottom of a page that no one reads

The last representation of what we used to be

We refuse to accept it but it fits us like a glove

You don’t have to be happy to be loved